Broken Illusions: A Midnight Dragonfly Novel - Plot & Excerpts
And while the people of Belle Terre no longer worshipped within, the shadowy vestibule still radiated church. Maybe it was the dark wood floors and walls, the ornate candelabras. The stillness, the quiet. “There’s no one here,” I said, looking around. Behind me the door closed, and Dylan crossed to a desk and picked up a black business card. Retrieving his phone, he glanced down and frowned. “It’s after five.” On a Friday night. I hadn’t even considered that. “You have a missed call.” Something inside me twisted. I hurried over to him, taking the phone from his hands—and finding Chase’s name. There was no message. Uneasy, I shot him a quick text before crossing to the door to the inner sanctuary. Can’t talk now. I’ll call you soon. If Chase had heard my voice, he would have known something was very wrong. Sliding the phone into my pocket, I reached for the handle— “You can’t go in there, darlin’.” I spun around to find an older man with military short white hair emerging from a dark corridor.
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